New Years Eve is a cliche'
Nothing more than the passing of a second
An artificial rebirth upon which lofty expectations are placed
Watching the ball drop along with last years resolutions
The frantic search for a New Years embrace
Like ants scurrying to pick up the pieces of colony
Carelessly crushed in a pithy brawl
Grab what you can, because things will be different next year
Next Year
Counting down the 365 day clock
*tic toc*
to all zeros
The hang over from last year doesn't feel like a fresh start
But dammit if there isn't a feeble promise in the heart to change
It is as brief and meaningless as the golden sparkle in your drink
But I still love it
For who can say what the future holds?
Life once again is an uncorked bottle of champagne
So let us reveal our stemware and drink to uncertainty
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